Vivian
Vivian
“How’s your hearing?” I cringed anxiously, legs folded under me for some extra height as we sat next to each other in the lantern-lit alcove.
Theo’s ear looked healed, but I was nervous something was wrong internally that I couldn’t fix. He said he hadn’t lost the ability to hear; but things sounded different. How does one fix “different”?! How would I know when it was “normal” again?!
It felt like dumb luck that his limp arm had been so easily fixed… I was seriously out of my depth and scared to discover the limits of my powers. Especially since I really didn’t know how my magic worked. All I understood was that I wanted to heal, and the healing began.
“Have I ever told you that you have the most delightful voice?” he grinned, caging me within his arms as he started to crawl on top of me.
I giggled and fell back onto the furs beneath us. My fingers curled on either side of my head, one hand holding a blood-stained cloth. Wet hair tickled my wrists.
The cabin needed some work to feel normal again, so we opted to sleep in my alcove for the night to get some proper rest. Thankfully, nature had taken care of outside cleanup on our behalf; the grove beasts and rain left a completely pristine field behind.
It was like nothing ever happened out here.
After deciding on our little camping retreat for the night, we’d hurried food and as many soft items as we could to my old nook under the alcove. And now here we were, nude, smiling, legs intertwined in the first shelter we’d ever shared.
The quiet patter of rain against the leaves and the shallow creek was soothing.
The air smelled fresh. Renewed. We were freshened up ourselves, having used creek water to scrub away the gore as we progressed through our healing together.
Body part by body part, thought by thought, naked and raw, checking how everything felt one inch at a time.
It was the most intimate, grounding experience of my life.
Bloody rag still in my hand, I dabbed away the last of the red on his shaved skull and smiled. “There, all better.”
“Thank you, Little Goddess,” he grinned, bending his neck to press his forehead against mine softly.
“I hope my fearless warrior feels well-tended to,” I chuckled, my eyes scanning him for the millionth time for any injuries.
“Very,” he murmured, a hand gripping my hip. “What if I want to tend to you now?”
“More kisses on my ouchies?” I teased, rubbing the arch of my foot along his leg affectionately as I stared up into his eyes.
There was no way to accelerate my own recovery other than staying within my field—at least that I knew of.
Although his boo-boo kisses were incredibly sweet, they didn’t remove the aches, scrapes, and cuts.
The real healing Theo helped me with was internal.
He encouraged me to verbally process the complicated feelings that today had roused.
He even laughed with me at the worst of it when things felt a little too heavy to do anything but find humor in them.
My head felt clearer, my strange reactions and emotions validated.
I’d take that over faded bruises any day.
“Not what I meant,” he rumbled, tucking his head down to run his rough tongue between my breasts in one thorough lap.
“Oh.” I tilted my head back and parted my lips in a silent moan. “He wants to play doctor from the inside.”
“I am very invested in how you feel on the inside, darling,” he groaned, nuzzling his face into my skin and looking up at me with those deep walnut eyes. “If you’ll have me.”
There was a time not long ago where I’d used sex as a desperate way of grounding myself.
I needed it to feel in control of my own body after an experience that had taken that away, shrouding who I was and creating a woman who was only capable of survival.
Today had not been that way. It was awful, really fucking awful, but I’d felt like myself the entire time.
I stayed present and protected us using skills that felt true to who I was.
So, although I had a lot of pain and rage to process, I felt surprisingly resilient.
I had Theo. I had Nurghle. I had my home. I had myself.
Still, I wasn’t about to turn down a little stress relief. Just because I wasn’t traumatized, didn’t mean it wasn’t factually traumatic. It would feel good to, well… feel good.
“I want to,” I breathed, meeting his dark gaze which patiently waited for the green light. The tips of his combined cocks were already pressing against my inner thigh, seeking somewhere warm and welcoming. “But I should warn you, I am really fucking tired.”
“What I’m hearing—” He pressed his face between my ear and neck. His breath whispered against my pulse while his voice rumbled in my ear. “—is my mate is tired, and needs her aftercare during her rutting?”
“Would that be too culturally insensitive of a request? I know how much exhausting your mate means to you.”
“If a female is already exhausted, then aftercare is the right thing to do.” A low note of satisfaction vibrated against my breasts. “You know how badly I need to do the right thing.”
I parted my thighs a little wider around his hips, wrapping my ankles around his soft edges.
“Then do what you need to do to feel good, baby.” Morality and pleasure: two of his favorite things.
My wittiness seemed to go right over his big, horned, lustful head as he moaned and rolled his hips forward.
I felt his tips nudge my entrance, but he was gentlemanly enough to lick a finger and rub my clit instead of pushing inside yet. “How would you feel about stretching your legs after today?”
I laughed. “I don’t think they’ll spread any further for you, Theo. You’re going to have to make it work with my human hips.”
“Hmmm, that’s not exactly what I meant.”
Two hands grabbed my calves and unhooked my legs from his waist, pushing them back toward my head.
I thought the position might be uncomfortable, up until his two other hands slid under my ass and effortlessly lifted my hips from the ground.
He moved slowly, the gleam of his charcoal eyes telling me he was glancing between my expression and my exposed pussy as he gently bent my knees to my chest.
“How’s that stretch?” he asked.
“Feels nice on my lower back and thighs,” I reflected, adjusting my shoulders to take the pressure off my neck.
“Perfect,” he groaned with his deepening, feral voice, dipping his head down.
He lifted me to his mouth with one set of hands, the others kept my legs in place. I didn’t realize just how spread I was for him like this until he started to lick, kiss, and nibble everywhere. Well, everywhere except for my clit and pussy.
I moaned, grabbing his head with my hands and trying to direct it towards my center. He was taunting me, and it was torture. All my most sensitive nerves were throbbing for attention.
“Theo,” I growled between my teeth when he wouldn’t budge no matter how much I pushed and pulled on his nubby horns.
My body begged for pleasure after a day of pain. I could feel wetness pooling between my lips. Ready and eager to take his size.
“That’s better,” he praised, finally lapping at my pussy. “I was hoping you’d give me something to clean up. You did so well tending to me tonight.”
I let out a little yelp as he dragged his grooved tongue over my clit before pushing it back into my core.
It wasn’t fair how good it felt to be with Theo.
His pleased rumbles felt like a damn vibrator pressing against me.
Low energy aside, it wasn’t long before I felt the tingling spasms of my orgasm.
I bit my teeth together and let out a low squeal.
“You won’t scream for me tonight?” he asked gently, licking me again.
“I don’t think I have screams in me,” I admitted.
He hummed, sitting up straight to tower over me. The pitch-black stripes of his body were so beautiful. The menacing veins surrounding his eyes softened by his reverent expression. My righteous, ruthless, monstrous god.
“I guess you’ll just have to give me your best whines then. Can you do that for me?” As he asked, he slid the black sheath wrapping his cocks down to his base, the two halves separating.
“You want me to whine?” I half-laughed.
“Whimper for me, darling,” he said as he thrust a cock inside in one deep stroke. “I want to hear what your delicate sounds like after a long day of being strong.”
I was going to “whimper” with or without the request, but I was sure it sounded that much more pathetic and needy on command.
My sensitive clit buzzed from the stimulation of his pulsing, black ridges.
With my hips lifted and knees spread towards my shoulders, I had the best view of our bodies connecting.
There was something so primal about seeing him filling me, smooth cock disappearing between my stretched lips, all framed by our cave and the sound of nature.
His second half was pressed against my behind, and it felt dirty and thrilling to consider the options of what to do with it. When he pulled out to his tip and pushed back in, I could feel his second cock slide between my cheeks with less friction, my excitement dripping down my own ass already.
“Does that feel good?” he asked.
I softly moaned a response, earning a toothy grin from him.
“I don’t want to give your body anything else to heal tonight, so I’ll take it slow. One cock at a time, okay? You’ll need to be patient while I use your pussy to bring each half of me to release."
“You really don’t have to be gentle,” I smiled nervously. I didn’t want to not be fucked.
“Mmm but I will be. It’ll be such sweet torture,” he moaned, both of us watching his hefty cock slide in and out, covered in the sheen of my cum. “And you’re gonna keep coming for me while you watch your pretty pussy get filled twice.”
Repeated orgasms were a given at this rate.
My curves had a habit of blocking my view, so this was frankly pornographic in all the best ways.
Seeing the way his tan skin deepened pink with the blood pumping through him.
The way my spread lips slid along his shaft as he stroked.
The way his black markings glistened and gently pressed against my clit every time he bottomed-out.
Frankly, I was jealous he got to see this every time.
“Wait, Theo,” I inhaled sharply, realizing we were forgetting something important.
“What, darling?”
“We’re in my field. I don’t think today is the best day for you to put your baby inside of me.”
“Fuck, but when you say it like that it makes me want to fill you more.” His head fell to his chest in protest. “Where would you like me to cum instead? Or—I also don’t have to if—”
“On me,” I interrupted him. He would be coming. “I want to watch.”
He let out a guttural, heady groan. “Say less, Little Goddess. I’ll gladly mark you as mine.”
My suggestion must’ve done something for him, because he stroked in deep and shuddered so hard, I thought he may be actively holding his release back.
The feeling was mutual. Thinking about his pleasure, being claimed as his in such a primitive way, was all the convincing my body needed.
My pussy tightened around him in orgasm and I moaned into the quiet alcove.
“I want everyone to know who you belong to, darling,” he moaned, pumping into me hard as I came again, the prior wave still in the middle of subsiding. “And who belongs to you.”
Theo suddenly pulled his cock out of me and replaced it with his other half.
He stroked all the way to the hilt, while pumping the dripping half he’d just removed with his hand.
I got the perfect visual of exactly what was happening inside of me as he fisted himself.
A male squeezed tight inside of his female, chasing orgasm.
Suddenly, his muscles locked, and he groaned as silky white cum spilled out of him and onto my stomach. It dripped between the fuller parts of my body and ran towards my breasts. Coating me.
“My Little Goddess,” he breathed, as if it were either the holiest prayer or the most profane curse. He continued rocking his hips, his eyes fixated on my body now covered in his seed. “You look so stunning like this. So well loved. Well fucked. Mine.”
He held his freshly drained cock up against his stomach, and I continued to watch his other thrusting in and out. As it repeatedly stroked over my g-spot, I fell apart again, giving him more of the whimpering noises he had requested. Soft after a hard day.
“How does it feel seeing your mate coated in your cum?” I asked after I’d caught my breath.
“Fuck, Viv, you shouldn’t talk that way if you want me to last,” he growled, his head jerking to the side and his sharp teeth clamping together.
“What? Does my mate like the idea of me smelling like him? Does he want to tell every other male to fuck off by blowing his loads all over his female’s body?”
“Vivian,” he snarled, closing his eyes tight and slowing his thrusting. “I was gonna make this about you tonight. Take my time.”
“But you need to come so badly, don’t you? You did such a good job today protecting what’s yours, and now you’re aching to mark me.”
“Nhhhh, fuck,” he groaned, pulling out just in time to miss my pussy as he came, hitting my chest and throat.
“There you go,” I praised. “Doesn’t that feel better?”
He looked up at me from under his brow and horns with dangerously dark eyes, “Who the fuck taught you to talk filthy like that?” His voice was transitioning back to normal but held a depth that threatened to fuck me again. After all, he was still holding my ass and legs in prime position.
“First time,” I smiled. “But somebody has been wonderful for my confidence. I thought you deserved a little extra encouragement tonight.”
His dangerous expression turned sentimental as he lowered me back onto the bedding, collapsing to my side and pulling my sticky body against him. “I said it was my turn to take care of you, darling.”
“And you did. Didn’t you hear? You earned some quality whimpers there.” I grabbed his big head between my hands and smiled at him. “You deserve to have your needs addressed enthusiastically too.”
This was my aftercare for him. There’d been a lot of violence today, and I didn’t want him to go back to feeling like a machine. A weapon. He had to understand that his needs were known and important.
He buried his face into the hair draping my shoulder. “What did I do to deserve you, Little Goddess?”
“Everything right, baby.” I wrapped my arms around his beautiful, war-torn body and kissed the side of his head. “Thank you for giving me a home, security, and peace. I never thought I’d have those things.”
“If your dreams weren’t written in the stars, darling… I’d find a way to rearrange them myself.”
I smiled, my full cheek felt the pressure of his skull leaned against mine. Theo felt smaller in my arms like this. We were locked together. Ten limbs intertwined. One warm, secure bundle made up of two hearts beating together. I closed my eyes to the sound of the gentle rain.
This was home.